“If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.”

Love consumes us only in the measure of our self-surrender.

Perfection consists in doing His will, in being that which He wants us to be.

The country in which I live is not my native country, that lies elsewhere, and it must always be the center of my longings.

What a joy to remember that she is our Mother! Since she loves us and knows our weakness, what have we to fear?

Life is only a dream: soon, we shall awaken. And what joy! The greater our sufferings, the more limitless our glory. Oh! do not let us waste the trial Jesus sends.

Jesus does not demand great actions from us, but simply surrender and gratitude.

It isn’t enough to love; we must prove it.

The value of life does not depend upon the place we occupy. It depends upon the way we occupy that place.

Jesus, help me to simplify my life by learning what you want me to be and becoming that person.

I want to shine like a little candle before His altar.

For me, prayer is a surge of the heart; it is a simple look turned toward heaven, it is a cry of recognition and of love, embracing both trial and joy.

Jesus needs neither books nor Doctors of Divinity in order to instruct souls; He, the Doctor of Doctors, He teaches without noise of words.

Each small task of everyday life is part of the total harmony of the universe.

I prefer to be accused unjustly, for then I have nothing to reproach myself with, and joyfully offer this to the good Lord. Then I humble myself at the thought that I am indeed capable of doing the thing of which I have been accused.

Miss no single opportunity of making some small sacrifice, here by a smiling look, there by a kindly word; always doing the smallest right and doing it all for love.

The guest of our soul knows our misery; He comes to find an empty tent within us – that is all He asks.

I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.

Wit is the flower of the imagination.

God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.

Eve tasted the apple in the Garden of Eden in order to slake that intense thirst for knowledge that the simple pleasure of picking flowers and talking to Adam could not satisfy.

Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.

A little rain can straighten a flower stem. A little love can change a life.

Throw dirt on me, and grow a wild flower

What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.